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Chapter 5
I arrived back at the lodging house around five, I had about 2 hours until I had to leave for Spot's party. It had been really hot that day and selling had wiped me out. I crashed on the couch in the common room and I woke up about an hour late to all the boys clomping around upstairs. I smiled to myself as I realized they were probably trying to wake me up without making me mad while they were in the room. They knew I was "Just a goil," but I could throw a mean punch.
"Alright! Alright! I'm up already!" I yelled as loud as I could and the stomping immediately ceased. I lay on the couch for about 15 minutes trying to wake up. All the boys were finally ready and they cam running down the stairs. Once they were all on ground level I asked, "Are yous finally all ready?"
"Yeah, we's ready." I started to head for the door. "But Leila, before ya goes, will ya go upstairs and look on yur bunk?" Mush said said quickly before I had a chance to exit the room.
"Oh, yeah? And whys would I do that Mush?" I questioned.
"Just...cause. Please?"
"Alright, fine. I'll go, but just because yur too cute." His face lit up and then appeared a brilliant scarlet on his cheeks. The whole room chuckled and I made my was slowly up the stairs, around the corner, and into the bunk room. There, sitting on my bed was an exquisite lilac dress. I couldn't wait to try it on. It took a little while, but I was finally in, and it was then I noticed how unlike the boys I was. I used to fancy being a boy, I thought life would be easier. But when I pulled on the dress and looked in the mirror it made me wonder if being a girl wasn't all that bad. I knew what if I did wear it tonight I would receive quite a few comments form the boys.
This lavender dress was actually quite risqué. It had a plunging neckline that extended to the bottom of my sternum (that long flat bone in the middle of yur upper chest). There was plum colored silky ribbon criss- crossed from the bottom to the top of the neck. The sleeved were off the shoulder and solid fabric extended to my elbows. After that a dark purple gauze type fabric continued the sleeve. The bottom half of the sleeves had been made by taking a triangle of fabric and wrapping a straight side around to create a cylinder where it connected at the elbows. So therefore it was not a cylinder to my wrists, only part way, leaving about 5 and a half inches of the top of my arm/wrist showing. The shirt stopped about 3 inches above my belly button and then continued like the sleeves did, but this time leaving the front part of my midriff exposed. The dark purple material stopped a little past my hipbones on the sides. The skirt was the same light purple fabric and, with much to my dismay, had a slit that went up mid-thigh. I slipped my feet in to he matching purple heel and glanced in the mirror once more.
I kicked out my hip to the right, stuck my left leg out of the lit and thought that there was only one person who would want me to wear a dress like this-Spot Conlon. I had no doubt in my mind that it was him who had picked this out-and most likely somehow persuaded the seamstress to make a "few alterations" that would make it more to his liking. Even though I knew he had gotten his just to be able to see more of me, I was glad to have such a pretty piece of clothing in my possession. I quickly washed the dirt off my hands and face, as not to disgrace the beauty of the dress, quickly grabbed the only possible present I owned, a bag of about 20 marbles, and rushed down the stairs.
Ok, so maybe I got a little carried away in the dress department, but hey! It's a story! I know no1 in those times would wear something like that I had to include it anyways. So just use your ability to "suspend your disbelief" (thanx 2 Mrs.B for teaching me about that) and enjoy what I have written. Well, at least try 2 enjoy it.